After Divorcing the Tycoon, I Married into a Wealthy Family Again Chapter 70: Misunderstanding

Florence Fuller smiled slightly, her smile was very sweet.

"Hi, Dad, long ti no see."

The whole room fell silent.

Dad? Dad!!!

Who!!!

It couldn’t be Christopher Fuller or Jas Fuller, then the Chairman... the Chairman is also nad Fuller... Michael Fuller.

Florence Fuller!!!

Sophia Johnson realized, as if struck by lightning.

Christopher Fuller ntioned a relative, and she never thought it could be the Chairman’s daughter, plus wasn’t his daughter married off to SJ three years ago?

SJ? Right, to the Gardiner Family in SJ.

A prominent and prestigious family indeed.

Michael Fuller could not believe seeing Florence Fuller appear here. He reacted and glanced at Christopher Fuller and then looked at Florence Fuller: "How co you’re here?"

"Oh..." Florence shrugged: "I heard so news in the Gardiner Family that you have an illegitimate child in the company who’s on a teoric rise, so grandpa was worried and approved coming back to check things out."

Christopher Fuller glanced at Jas Fuller, silently giving Florence Fuller a thumbs-up in his heart.

Saying it like this in front of so many people, there’s no fear it won’t spread throughout the company.

Michael Fuller’s expression darkened, and Jas Fuller gritted his teeth, staring straight at Florence Fuller.

This explanation was almost directly naming nas.

"But these things aren’t important." Florence jogged over and took Michael Fuller’s arm: "Dad, you have no idea how much she bullied people." Florence pointed at Sophia Johnson: "I worked day and night to create sothing, and she didn’t even look at it before having it thrown into the shredder. She said she couldn’t stand and wanted to teach a lesson... I didn’t even provoke her."

As Florence spoke, her eyes turned red: "To fire , she called so many people here, you should see all my stuff..."

Michael Fuller couldn’t ignore this matter; if he did, it would be a slap to his own face. After all, she is the Fuller Family’s daughter, being bullied in his own company.

"Chairman..." Sophia Johnson looked at Jas Fuller, then at Michael Fuller’s sinister expression: "Misunderstanding... this... is all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding!" Michael Fuller said coldly: "If I hadn’t co, would you have bullied my daughter to this extent!"

At that mont, he seed like a father who fully supported his daughter.

Florence sneered in her heart; actually, he was protecting his own image and dignity.

"Chairman...!" Sophia Johnson had no way to refute, she was indeed at fault, eager like ants on a hot pan: "I... I didn’t know she was your daughter."

"Does it an you can bully your subordinates no matter if she’s the Chairman’s daughter?" Florence said: "I grew up at ho and my dad never taught to abuse authority. I even completed the work you assigned , a whole day and night, without sleeping a wink at night. Today, when the deadline was nearing, you kept urging, and when I delivered it a little late, you weren’t happy, didn’t even look and had it thrown in the shredder. Dad, do you think people should act like this?"

This statent by Florence gave credit to Michael Fuller, also asking him to solve it.

Michael Fuller looked at Sophia Johnson with an increasingly grim expression: "I didn’t know you had such great skills as a director..."

"Chairman..." The assistant behind him stepped forward: "The police have arrived, just outside."

"Who called the police?" Christopher Fuller asked.

Florence pointed at Sophia Johnson: "She did, to arrest ."

Christopher Fuller was surprised: "Arrest you, what did you do."

"I smashed things in the office and scared her." Florence replied.

Christopher Fuller: "...!"

Jas Fuller looked grimly at Sophia Johnson, and now sought to avoid being implicated should Sophia Johnson point him out. He looked at Michael Fuller: "Chairman, I’ll handle it."

"Handle what." Florence overheard: "She called the police, let her handle it, didn’t they co to arrest ? Let them do it."

"I’m sorry Miss Fuller. I’m sorry." Sophia Johnson quickly bowed her head to apologize, so humble now compared to her usual arrogance.

The people in the operations departnt felt great satisfaction watching this.

"It doesn’t look good to make a scene in front of the police," Michael Fuller also needed Jas Fuller to retreat: "You handle it."

Jas Fuller nodded and, as he turned to leave, gave Florence a aningful look.

"Bring everyone to the eting room." Michael Fuller instructed the security and HR people.

Florence was about to follow, but Michael Fuller stopped her: "Let Secretary Lane take you to my office."

Secretary Lane stepped forward: "Miss."

Florence paused: "Alright! But..." she glanced at the ss the group had made of her workstation: "So items seem to be damaged, might need to take inventory."

The group was stunned.

Florence walked over, her bag, phone, and so costics scattered on the ground.

She picked up her bag, looked at it, and stared at Sophia Johnson: "Director Johnson, I just saw you shaking out the contents of my bag, these scratches on it were made by your nails, weren’t they?"

Sophia Johnson gritted her teeth, looking at her.

Who would have thought that in the chaos Florence had observed everything clearly?

"This bag was a birthday gift from grandpa last year." Florence turned to Michael Fuller: "Dad, it costs over one hundred thousand."

Bringing Old Mr. Gardiner to bear on him.

Michael Fuller nodded: "Have soone evaluate it, and compensate for the damaged parts."

"Okay."

Florence went to the Chairman’s office, but Michael Fuller ca back shortly after.

Florence sat in his chair, leisurely sipping tea.

The expression he had in front of all those people earlier was completely gone, his face was stern: "What are you doing back here?"

Florence put down the tea: "Didn’t I just say."

"What illegitimate child, nonsense." Michael Fuller retorted.

"So you’re saying what Old Mr. Gardiner said is all false, fine, I’ll call and confirm with him." Florence said, picking up her phone, seeing this, Michael Fuller’s expression beca extrely unpleasant: "You’re using Old Mr. Gardiner against !"

"Not at all." Florence waved her phone, the screen already on Old Mr. Gardiner’s number: "I’m just speaking the truth."

Michael Fuller: "Then why go through so much trouble to get into the company! Couldn’t you have just sought directly?"

Florence looked at him: "If I sought you, would you have been honest? Just like how you’ve kept so many secrets, getting out of the way so that illegitimate child could reap the benefits, you’re sowhat... unethical."

"The company is mine, isn’t it up to ? You’ve married into the Gardiner Family, just live your life; why co and stir things up."

"This isn’t enough to be called stirring up." Florence remained calm and composed; the worse Michael Fuller appeared, the better she felt: "You wouldn’t have forgotten what you said when you wanted to marry, right? But back then, I wasn’t careful enough to have you make a will as proof."

If there had been such a requirent at the ti, Michael Fuller would probably have found all sorts of excuses to refuse.

"Florence Fuller!" Michael Fuller said with a stern face: "The affairs of the Fuller Family are not your call."

"And don’t forget, today’s Fuller Family is because of what I exchanged for it." John Fuller stood up, facing him directly: "There’s no father-daughter affection between us, but unlike Clara Fuller, I’m not easily fooled; since the Fuller Clan gained from , it’s impossible for to walk away empty-handed."